(A Writing Prompt and a story of denial)
“Did you hear that?”
“No. Hear what?”
“I think your neighbors are getting ready to get amorous.”
“Oh, good. I need another distraction.”
Lying on the bed, talking to him on the phone, and I can’t believe he could hear anything but my heavy breathing. He had asked me not to cum until he had a chance to call me and watch. We didn’t think that would last for over a month, but it did. I was having such a hard time with denial.
I remember as a teen, I could go months without masturbating or having sex. It was weird like that. I didn’t have anyone who had ever made me cum at that point, so I guess I didn’t know what I was missing.
I had only ever played with my clit up to that point. And those types of orgasms are nice, but they are not as wet-inducing, and they don’t make my pussy throb, ache, and contract like the thought of him fucking me hard.
He knows I weep for him just as I like knowing that he leaks for me.
“What time is it? After 11? I bet your neighbor will be asleep by midnight. Maybe we should wait.”
It was such a long road to get to this point already. I don’t want to wait another minute.
We had a call or two when we first started talking, but life seemed to get in the way almost as soon as we found each other.
And, I will be honest, we both got distracted by other things. Always something more interesting around the corner, but eventually we did find our way back to each other, although life obviously hadn’t gotten any better other than meeting finally. That was what made this break harder. That is what true denial is, isn’t it? Knowing what you are missing.
I think tonight was supposed to be a tease of sorts. He hadn’t yet said if he would let me come, just that I couldn’t until we were on the phone together, and he would tell me to. We had never FaceTimed before tonight, so I assumed it was going to be something special. I liked the idea of seeing him and his reactions as we are talking. It is one thing to hear his sighs and his growls, quite another to see his cock get hard for me. Watch him cum knowing I was the one to get him there.
That is what made it fun. I knew that his teasing me and denying me affected him as much as it affected me. The difference was that he could turn off the camera and cum without letting me watch or listen. I was a good girl and would never cheat. He would know. I don’t know how, but he would know.
“Do you think you have waited long enough, my little cum slut?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you sure you have been a good girl?”
Just hearing those two words made me bite my lip and hold in a breath. I could feel my cunt reaching for him. I tried not to look away or close my eyes, but my body was so ready to tilt my head back and touch myself.
His cunt was screaming for him and screaming for release.
“I didn’t hear you. Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” That inflection in my voice made him chuckle. I was getting frustrated, and he knew it.
“Touch yourself. Touch my cunt and let me hear how wet I made it.”
“You made it so wet, Daddy.”
“You really need to cum, don’t you? Have you ever waited this long? Fuck, I love hearing those whimpers and seeing you in this kind of pain. You have no idea how happy I am that you have been such a good girl for me like this. I knew you could be. I know how much you want to please me. I know how making me happy makes you happy.”
I knew, too. I knew that the more he talked, the more desperate I was.
I knew that he was doing it intentionally, the fucker. Prolonging that moment. Making me want him more. Making me not desperate for this one orgasm, but desperate for him.
We both knew.
“Daddy It’s midnight.”
“So it is.”
(A complete work of fucking fiction)
Lisa Gray 